Sunday, 7 December 2014

After a week of being virtually house bound due to illness (tummy bug) and bad weather (it's been raining, a lot) it was good to go for a drive, on Saturday, to a nearby beach.

The sun was shining, finally but there were plenty of clouds in the sky and not all of them had silver linings.

There was definitely a grey underside to some.

The wind whipped the waves and created some fabulous white tops as the the tide rushed in.

It also cleared my fuzzy brain of the fogginess that always descends in December, not my favourite month to be honest.

Although there were no fishing boats as far as the eye could see it was obvious that some enterprising sailor has been out earlier if these discarded scallop shells at the base of the pier were anything to go by.

When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea,

and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds,

cleanses me with its noise,

and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.